." Of what? Kirsten, you're a submissive girly and I might have fun withyou, but this isn't me."I started to gather my girly things, dropping them bac...k into my handbag."So you can see I'm submissive and think it's fun to-" Kirsten, I promise I'm not playing with you."I couldn't believe I was close to tears. I grabbed a tissue from myhandbag and dabbed at my eyes."You can't mess with a person like this. Just stop it."threeThrough the day I received the usual reminders to change my panty-linerso. The car doors close and the engine starts. I place both hand on her sides, hooking my thumbs in the top elastic of her panties. We hear the sound of the car as it travels down the gravel drive. I push the cotton panties down as she lifts her hips. They slide over her bottom. She brings her knees up to her chest as the panties travel down the thighs to the knees.Through the window we see our car start down the road to the mall. First the left foot is removed, then the right. I take the little. He looked back at the other two girls left behind, and they both lifted their glasses to him smiling, before downing their shots. He smiled and lifted his glass back to them. Justin couldn’t help but keep his eyes glued to the dance floor. The girl in red was wild. She was dancing all up against Devon, who couldn’t keep the wide grin off his face. They were practically having sex, as she ground her ass all into Devon’s crotch. He had his hands wrapped around her hips, keeping her glued there.. I was a member team sponsored by my Catholic Church. I was an altar boy at church, and therefore was used spending time alone in the presence of priests. The story, however, has nothing to do with any sexual experiences between me and members of the priesthood. When I was 13 I was a member of a basketball team which practiced at the gymnasium at the church, school and played teams sponsored by other churches.. Our are coach's name was Bob, a teacher at a local elementary school Bob actually was.